We line the recess fence,
metaphorical lambs
being led to what I hope
is only metaphorical slaughter
The whispers begin,
even before the captains
commence the long-winded
explanation of rules
If you kick the ball
with the wrong foot,
Jerry claims,
God boots you off
his team immediately
(I didn’t even know
there was a wrong foot)
They say there was a time,
adds Pearl,
God drowned his whole team
for not listening,
except for just one family
and a couple giraffes
(The stakes were higher
than I thought)
Satan starts with his rules
“Eh. Whatever.”
(Oh, or maybe not)
But God pulls out a book
that brings groans
from its sheer size
(I got lost in the begats
and admittedly tuned out
for a time)
I love you,
but if you don’t do it right,
God’s deep voice demanded,
your body will be kept alive
and scorched for eternity
(Somehow I wasn’t feeling
all warm and fuzzy)
Satan’s eyes gleamed
at the burning part
(A bunch of pyromaniacs)
I decided I didn’t want
to play after all
30 Jun 2020
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